Poems about missing loved ones in autumn 1. Ancient poems about missing relatives in autumn
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
As a stranger in a foreign land,
Please think twice about your relatives during the festival.
Know where the brothers climb,
But the disappearance of a dogwood wearer will affect the performance.
Watching the moon on fifteen nights
Wang Jian
Bai Shu cheered in the atrium,
Coody Leng silent wet osmanthus.
Tonight, the moon is full of hope,
I wonder who Qiu Si belongs to.
Qiu Si Song Zhangji
Look at the autumn wind in Luoyang,
The writer's book is full of meaning. Compensated storage of barnyard grass fertilizer and weaving half-brewed chicken
I can't talk about it in a hurry
Pedestrians came and opened again.
2. Poems about missing loved ones in the cold autumn
September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival in China.
On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking")
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me. Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brother in Shandong.
The dilapidated vegetation has withered, and the autumn scenery has aroused my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water. The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River. Military commander's view of climbing the mountain in autumn in Liu Changqing Temple
The sharp mountain by the sea is like a sword, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see! In his early years, he traveled with the master Liu Tang Zongyuan to see his relatives off.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail. ... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: a berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain)
Away from home, winter goes and spring comes, and I am eager to get news. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home. Tang Song Wen Zhi of Crossing Jianghan
Where the sun sails, the horizon breaks people's intestines. -Meng Haoran
Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. Where do children come from when they meet strangers? (He Zhangzhi: Homecoming Book)
3. Autumn brings people poems about missing their loved ones.
Liu Yuxi —— Autumn Ci
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
The mountains and rivers are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are deep red and light yellow.
Trying to get under a tall building is as crazy as spring.
Climbing high-Du Fu
Zhu Qing Shabai Yanfei came back in the whimper of the sharp wind ape from the vast sky. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. Bad luck has frosted my temples, and the glasses in the new pavilion are worn out.
Mountain tourism-Dumu
Looking far away, the stone path of Hanshan is oblique, and there are people in Bai Yunsheng; The parking mat loves maple trees late, and the frost leaves are red in February.
Second, I miss my Shandong brother, Wang Wei, on the mountain holiday.
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
4. Poems about missing loved ones in the cold autumn
September 9th is the Double Ninth Festival in China. Wang Wei's "I miss my brothers in Shandong on vacation in the mountains" is in a foreign land, and I miss my relatives every holiday.
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
(Li Bai: "Silent Night Thinking") Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, I miss my relatives twice every holiday season. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
When I was on holiday in the mountains, I remembered my brothers in Shandong. Tang and Gutian were old, so autumn broke my homesickness. There are few people in the wild temple, and the clouds are separated by water.
The sunset clings to the old city, and the clear sound echoes in the empty forest. Southern dynasties, what's left? , today alone in the Yangtze River.
In Tang and Liu Changqing's View of Climbing the Mountain in Autumn in the Temple of General Wu, mountains are like swords, and they are sad everywhere. How can we turn this body into tens of millions, scattered to the heads of state's homes to see!
Hao Chu traveled with his teacher to send relatives and friends to Beijing. At the general hospital, under the green hills, I was boating with green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... the night now gives way to the ocean of the sun, and Jiang Chunren was in the old year. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.
(Wang Wan: "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain") Far from home, I am eager for news, and I have experienced winter and spring. The closer I get to my hometown, the more timid I am, afraid to inquire about people from home.
"Crossing Jianghan Water" Where did the sun sail in the Tang and Song Dynasties, the end of the world broke people's intestines. -Meng Haoran left home when he was young, and his accent did not change.
Where do children come from when they meet strangers? He Zhangzhi: My classmates can read books.
5. Poems about missing my father in autumn
1: Sorrow and parting should be the same, and it is the most difficult to clear up grievances in the bright moon. -"The Mermaid" by Nalan Xingde
2. Plum blossoms have been sent to the south of the Yangtze River several times, and people have gone white. Zhu Liu
People say that sunset is the end of the world. Castle Peak is being influenced by Castle Peak, which covers my sight. Twilight, Castle Peak.
Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless.
5. If the eyes are dry, you can see the bones, and the world is ruthless.
6. Although, I don't know if the other person can really feel it when he thinks of someone so quietly.
7: Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber-Yuan Zhen.
8: Bo Yunqiao, flying stars spread grievances, Han Yin is dark. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
9: Frosty night, fisherman Jiang Feng, anxious to sleep. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
10: Elegy is weeping, and the prospect can be Angelica-Han Yuefu folk songs >
1 1: Where is your hometown? Unless you are drunk, forget it-Song Liqingzhao >
12: Humayi flies north and crosses the south branch of the Bird's Nest-Nineteen Ancient Poems by Han
13: I can't sleep every night. Why does the bright moon call for joy and empty promises?
When those red berries come in spring, they bloom in your southern branches. Take them home as a symbol of our love for my sake.
15: Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone in the world knows you. (Don't move big when you are high)
16: I wonder if you saw me waiting for you at the intersection of dreams when you entered the sweet dream land.
17: I just miss you quietly and call you quietly from my heart.
18: When I entered my lovesick door, I knew that I was lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. (The author of "Farewell to the Governor in Shu")
20: Why do guests sleep, and Qiu refuses to know! Walking into the curtain, the shadow of the waning moon and the high pillow are far away from the sound of the river. If you are all thumbs and have no food and clothing, then you are a poor friend. An old lady's book is a test paper, and she should know that she didn't answer it. -("Guest Night")
2 1: There are many piles of smoke in the courtyard, and the curtains are not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
22: Acacia tastes bitter feelings for half a generation and tears for a lifetime.
23: Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet, so Wang Lun is not as kind to me. (Li Bai)
Mingyue should know me and meet me in a foreign land every year. -Yuan Mei
25: Who wants the west wind to cool alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window? Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Although my body doesn't have the wings of a bright phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
27: Endless, yearning for hometown. -Zhang Jiuling
You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! It's plum blossom, when you pass my silk window, Han Mei, Huawei-Wei >
29. The geese have returned to Luoyang, and I can finally send my emissary. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")
30: I know from a distance where my brother climbed high, and there is one person missing from the dogwood. (Wang Wei's "I miss my Shandong brother on vacation in the mountains")
3 1: There is a moon in the sky, and there is affection and disability in the world.
32: I have been there, and Yangliu is Yiyi; I want to come today, it's raining->